TheAmbassadorOfRomanceInVenus's blog: "Thoughts"

*A Surprise Meeting* He found her. He was inspired. Without hesitation he made the first move. It all seemed so innocent. I mean, he had no idea, (how could he?) of what had actually been found. He would find out and, having no choice, submit to her advertised temptations. The need to touch her darkness would soon overwhelm and weaken his will, until the she became an obsession. Resisting would no longer be an option. Knowing right from wrong would be forgotten. It began with typewritten words on a screen. She turned simple words into poetry. Her words were hauntingly familiar and refreshingly real. They expressed a dark and almost desperate sort of passion that sang in harmony with his own. They were painfully raw, breaking down all his defenses. She spoke of things that were only touched upon in his dreams. Things he never shared with anyone until now. She forced him to reveal what was locked inside his soul. Before her, no one ever dared to go there. Her desires were his secrets. Her darkness became his newfound addiction. Before long, her words were his salvation. The intensity of her emotions was intimidating. She stimulated his mind with her honesty. Her sensuality shined through in words, sprinkling his soul with a kaleidoscopic vision of pure ecstasy. A natural performance with a deadly effect. After seeing her picture, a mere snapshot that could never fully capture her lustrous beauty, it all fell into place – piece by piece. She was the enigma that excited him, the fire that ignited him. But these passions remain stifled in his mind, unable to be released. Until now. What initially brought him to her was the music of her voice. It stirred something deep within, inspiring him to create. He had little, if no idea, of the music they would give birth to. A sound like a spell, first finding its way to the soul, swirling around like a warm breeze, entangling itself to the body and then clinging to one’s desires. **A Shared Dream* He constantly thinks about her with each passing day and fantasizes loving her during the long lonely nights. Her hair would smell like blossoming roses at their peak; shinning like silk under the radiance of the moon. He reaches out to touch it in dreams and the softness and sweet scents heighten his arousal. He can get lost in that scent and in her, for a lifetime. He suddenly feels like a boy, who for the first time sees a naked woman and becomes painfully aware of the effects it has on his body. And then he gets lost in the dream. With unsteady steps he moves toward her. Her presence dominates his sight as he is blind to everything else around him. Her mysteriousness captivates his full attention; her passion opens him to her bewitching darkness. Does he even dare to think of tasting her sultriness or touching her in real life? * * She’s only touched upon him in a dream of her own dark illusion. Until now he’s been a figment of her imagination. She’s never had the pleasure of hearing his voice nor seeing the contours of his face. She knows nothing and yet everything about him, this phantom, this forbidden entity whose own destiny echoed in silence to others but called to her in a song only she could hear. She has dreams of her own you know. She stands naked by an open balcony but doesn’t turn to face him. A strong gust of night wraps itself around her and dances through her hair exposing the flesh of her neck. She runs her fingertips through the dark tresses lingering there for a moment letting him drink in all of her. Only then does she turn to face him. Her soul is in rare form, like a diamond. Seen differently from every angle. Sharp and witty. Dazzling and sexy. He’s shaking. He is feeling amorous. He is drunk on lust. Her naked body, only inches away, is more than he can bare. And when she turns around he stands there barely breathing, unable to speak, unable to move. He’s almost afraid to look at her, fearing she might disappear. She is wrapped in beauty. A beauty he’s never seen before. It scares him. It electrifies him. He looks at her face and could swear that she must be the dark angel he’s been searching for all of his life. In her eyes he sees a hunger. In her soul he sees heaven. Her body is that of a goddess, each curve holds a secret as the tempting darkness between her legs invites him to come inside and explore. And as she moves toward him she never takes her eyes off him. * * Her body screams for his touch. He’s so close now. He looks sexy wearing nothing but blue jeans. She gets lost in the darkness of his eyes knowing he is the only one who can see into her soul. She can sense his fear. She knows he’s afraid. She’s afraid too. A shiver runs through her knowing that at any moment they will touch for the very first time. *Back To Reality* The intensity of the moment or perhaps what is about to happen next awakens him. For a moment he is lost. Disoriented. Longing for something he knows he cannot have. Movement on the bed brings him back. Looking down at his sleeping lover he knows in his heart of hearts, that he can never love her the way he loves this beautiful dark angel. Even if it’s only in his dreams. An inner sadness crosses his eyes. The room is now cold and empty. Falling back onto the bed he raises the blanket to his chin, lying very still as to not touch the stranger beside him. He willingly falls asleep. Alas, his imagination tricks him again and he sees her there, in electrified splendor, and reaches out hoping to touch her in dreams. * * She wakes up with his name on her lips. She wakes up with his lips on her imagination and she wonders if she is all alone in this infatuation. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest. She’s soaked in sweat. The nightgown she wore to sleep is now crumpled on the floor. She is naked and very aroused. She looks around the room half expecting to see him there. Letting out a disappointed sigh she lays back down on her rumpled sheets and thinks about him once again, willing herself back to the dream. * * He is so close this time, so very close to touching her. She is afraid no more. She closes her eyes focusing intently on her dream lover until she falls asleep. Within seconds he is there, just like before. The only difference now is that he’s reaching for her. Taking a deep breath she reaches back and is ready to depart reality and touch him in dreams. Copyright © 1997 -2007, Sunny-TheAmbassador - All Rights Reserved.